Greetings...

My dad came home from work a couple nights ago with a very tragic and bizarre story. He received a text message in the morning from a business friend whom he had recently made plans to meet up with next week. When my dad opened this message, he was completely taken back when he read "greetings from beyond". This man had sent out a mass text informing all his contacts of his suicide that had taken place 2 hours earlier, and continued the message by requesting their presence at his memorial, which is taking place today (Thursday, January 20th).

It's not often that you'd receive a text message like that to start your day. However, in Bangalore, I'd imagine that's not the first time it's happened. Bangalore is the suicide capital of India. Most of the suicide statistics belong to farmers (that's what Sam wrote her Master's MRP was about).

The Fisherman's Trust is the organization that Sam and I are working with and they are in the process of opening a youth drop-in centre to address issues such as the high suicide rate. Sam and I hope to contribute to this project (although we really don't have much to offer!)

In other news, I saw a dead dog today. It was disgusting and very sad. We popped by my dad's office, and we will shortly be dropping by a school that The Fisherman's Trust is involved with to see what that's all about!

I still have not adjusted to sleeping in this country, but that's what 4pm naps are for!

I miss you Canada!